I have always thought that dog-to-owner relationships have a special meaning behind them. This meaning can be anything from helping with loneliness, feeling better during illness, to pure entertainment. However, I have found that my dog has made me aware of a new kind of support that she can give me. It\u2019s how to appreciate the finer things in life, “her<\/strong>“. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Usually when I get up<\/strong> – Ginger just darts ahead of me and wants to go right out the back door. However, today Ginger was acting a little different. She was under my feet, walking around me in circles. I walked out to the kitchen, turned on the coffee pot, and went to the back door to let Ginger out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She got to the door, stopped, and looked back at me, before she went out. I grabbed my laptop and placed it on the kitchen table to start my \u201cwork from home<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once I got everything opened on my laptop, I let Ginger back in, and then I went to get my coffee. Only now – to find that my coffee maker apparently had too many filters, and I now have coffee all over my counter. I unplugged the coffee maker and scrambled to get it to the sink to dump it and clean it out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I scrambled across the kitchen floor, I tripped over Ginger and there goes the coffee grounds all over the floor and all over Ginger. What was actually a white and tan Collie now looks like a long haired black lab.  Ginger naturally shakes it off and runs. What was a clean kitchen, is now covered in coffee, coffee grounds, a broken coffee maker, glass, and black dog foot prints.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grabbed Ginger\u2019s collar to seclude her to the bathroom and shut the door.<\/strong> <\/h4>\n\n\n\n

I picked up the worst of the glass and threw the rest of the coffee maker into the sink with a crash. Ginger started barking. I holler, “It was me<\/strong>.\u201d I grabbed paper towels and wiped the worst of the mess off the floor without getting cuts on broken glass. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Same time, I took the broom and started sweeping up the little pieces of glass. After around four rounds of sweeping or so, I decided I had got all the glass, but… Ginger had started whimpering for attention. \u201cI\u2019ll get to you as soon as I can<\/em>,\u201d thinking you\u2019re not going to like what I am going to do to you. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I quickly took a look at my laptop hoping that there wasn’t a meeting of any sort scheduled soon. After a few clicks, it was like 48 minutes before my next meeting.\u00a0 Oh Great!!!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I scrambled to the bathroom, and, let myself in quickly shutting the door right behind me. Ginger tried to escape, but I grabbed her and got her right into the tub. I pulled the handheld shower head down, soaked her before she could jump out. Grabbed her shampoo, and washed her, as fast as I could! I had forgotten a towel, so as soon as she was out; she shook water all over me… and the bathroom, but, at least she was white and yellow again! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I instantly put her back outside so that she\u2019s wouldn’t bark or whine during my meeting. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I signed into Zoom, grabbed a soda from the refrigerator, and sat down at my laptop for the meeting. Once I was fully signed onto the meeting I realized, I had to do a presentation!!! – I had to do a Presentation!!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I Had To Do A Presentation<\/em><\/strong>!!! – I scrambled to my room to change into a presentable top, pulled my hair into a pony tail, and get back to the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the end<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

My presentation at the meeting was a success. I did notice the questions I received after the meeting where about – how, it\u2019s a good thing my project presentation didn\u2019t look as askew as I did! I went back to bed.<\/strong> Since then, I watch Ginger’s reaction when I wake up, and, before I complete the rest of my work day from home!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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